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HYMN CLXXXVIII.

AND let this feeble body fail,

And let it faint or die;

My foul fhall quit the mournful vale,
And foar to worlds on high:
Shall join the difembody'd faints,
And find its long-fought reft,
That only blifs for which it pants,
In the Redeemer's breaft.

2 In hope of that immortal crown,
I now the cross sustain,

And gladly wander up and down,
And smile at toil and pain:
I fuffer on my threefcore years,
Till my Deliv'rer come;
And wipe away his fervant's tears,
And take his exile home.

30 what hath Jefus brought for me! Before my ravish'd eyes

Rivers of life divine I fee, And trees of paradife : I fee a world of fpirits bright, Who taste the pleasures there! They all are rob'd in spotless white, And conqu'ring palms they bear. 4 O, what are all my fuff'rings here, If, Lord, thou count me meet With that enraptur'd hoft t' appear, And worship at thy feet!

Give joy or grief, give eafe or pain,

Take life or friends away;

But let me find them all again
In that eternal day.

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HYMN CLXXXIX.

HAPPY
APPY foul, thy days are ended;
All thy mourning days below;
Go by angel-guards attended,
To the fight of Jesus go.
2 Waiting to receive thy fpirit,

Lo! the Saviour ftands above,
Shews the purchase of his merit,
Reaches out the crown of love.

3 Struggle through thy latest paffion,
To thy dear Redeemer's breaft,
To his uttermoft falvation,
To his everlafting rest.

4 For the joy he fets before thee,
Bear a momentary pain;
Die, to live a life of glory,
Suffer, with thy Lord to reign.

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HEAD

HYMN CXC.

LEAD of the church triumphant, We joyfully adore thee,

Till thou appear

Thy members here

Shall fing like thofe in glory.
We lift our hearts and voices,
With bleft anticipation;

And cry aloud,

And give to God

The praife of our falvation. 2 While in affliction's furnace, And pafling through the fire, Thy love we praise, Which knows no days,

And ever brings us nigher.

We clap our hands exulting
In thine almighty favour;
The love divine,

Which made us thine,

Shall keep us thine for ever.

3 Thou doft conduct thy people Through torrents of temptation Nor will we fear,

While thou art near,

The fire of tribulation:
The world with fin and Satan,
In vain our march opposes;
By thee we fhall

Break thro' them all,

And fing the fong of Mofes.

4 By faith we see the glory
To which thou shalt restore us,
The crofs defpife

For that high prize

Which thou haft fet before us :
And if thou count us worthy,
We each, as dying Stephen,
Shall fee thee stand

At God's right-hand,

To take us up to heaven.

HYMN CXCI.

LORD, I adore thy gracious will,

Thro' ev'ry inftrument of ill.
My Father's goodneis fee:

Accept the complicated wrong
Of Shemei's hand and Shemei's tongue,
As kind rebukes from thee.

HYMN CXCII.

Jesu, the weary 'wand'rer's reft,

ESU,

Give me thy eafy yoke to bear ;
With stedfaft patience arm my breast,
With fpotless love, and lowly fear.
2 Thankful I take the cup from thee,
Prepar'd and mingled by thy skill,
Tho' bitter to the taste it be,

Pow'rful the wounded foul to heal.

3 Be thou, O Rock of Ages, nigh!

So fhall each murin'ring thought be gone; And grief, and fear, and care shall fly As clouds before the mid-day fun.

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4 Speak to my warring paffions, "Peace;" Say to my trembling heart," Be ftill;' Thy pow'r my ftrength and fortress is, For all things ferve thy fov'reign will, 5 O death! where is thy fting? where now Thy boafted victory, O grave?

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Who fhall contend with God? or who
Can hurt, whom God delights to fave?

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HYMN CXCIII.

HY fhould I doubt his love at laft,
With anxious thoughts perplext?
Who fav'd me in the troubles paft,
Will fave me in the next.

2 Will fave, till at my latest hour
With more than conqueft bleft,
I foar beyond temptation's pow'r,
To my Redeemer's breaft.

FUNERAL.

HYMN CXCIV.

AH! lovely appearance of death,

What fight upon earth is fo fair?
Not all the gay pageants that breathe,
Can with a dead body compare:
With folemn delight I furvey

The corpfe when the fpirit is fled,
In love with the beautiful clay,
And longing to lie in its flead.
2 How bleft is our brother, bereft

Of all that could burden his mind;
How eafy the foul that has left

This wearifome body behind!
Of evil incapable thou,

Whofe relics with envy I fee,
No longer in mifery now,

No longer a finner like me.

3 This earth is affected no more

With fickness, or fhaken with pain:
The war in the members is o'er,
And never fhall vex him again :
No anger henceforward, or thame,
Shall redden this innocent clay;
Extinct is the animal flame,
And paffion is vanish'd away.
4 This languishing head is at reft,
Its thinking and aching are o'er ;
This quiet immovable breaft

Is heav'd by affliction no more:
This heart is no longer the feat
Of trouble and torturing pain ;
It ceafes to flutter and beat,

It never fhall flutter again.